"Snap..."
Liu Zhaofeng was dreaming, and it was a paradise. Hatsune Miku was dancing under a pink peach blossom tree, just for him, performing the leek dance.
But as she danced, the leek in Hatsune Miku's hand suddenly grew rapidly and then mercilessly struck his face.
The bewildered Liu Zhaofeng instantly opened his eyes and saw his sister looking at him anxiously.
"Hurry up and get up. Those folks from the South have gone crazy. It's only six o'clock and they've already started sun-drying Brother Wang's braised pork! Get up quickly! It's Brother Wang's last day setting up his stall; we have to buy dozens of pounds to stock up. If we're late, there'll be nothing left!"
In a daze, Liu Zhaofeng got out of bed, groggily went to wash up, and his face still felt hot.
This size, this texture, this shape, it didn't seem like it was from a leek; it felt more like his sister had hit him.
"Sis, did you hit me?"
